Sadness is one thing, tears are another. Tears are a beautiful release. Sadness is a holding on. It is holding on to what was or what you thought was and what you thought was supposed to stay but did not, could not.  Tears are designed to let sadness flow out of your heart.
 
There is hanging on, and there is letting go. In each case, we are talking about illusion. Every dream that ever came true, it is still illusion, you understand.
 
In the world, everything goes on, yet it is all a golden brick path. Nothing ever was, and everything was not. In a manner of speaking, the world, which is made of matter, has no substance. The world is like a photo.
 
The extant world does not hold the reliability you desire. There is a tendency for you to see the world as a liability, a gauntlet that you are required to run through. Too often, this life that you see as a gauntlet is too much for you, and you don’t know where to turn. In a wilderness of life, you feel lost and, perhaps, entrapped.
 
Let go of the illusion of danger. No matter how real-seeming, even danger is illusion. You cannot capture life as if you could squeeze it in your hand. Come to admit that life is elusive. The more you try to catch life and clasp it, the more it seems to run away. You can see that life runs away from you. You almost have it in the palm of your hand, yet you don’t clasp it. On the other hand, you may run away from life, and it picks you up and drops you here and there.
 
You think you know someone, and you don’t know the person at all, or, you know only one aspect of the person and then are shocked by other aspects that stumble out. It may seem that nothing is as you thought.
 
Let bygones be bygones. Let life be as it is. It doesn’t matter. You walk through life anyway. You may think you walk through a jungle, yet jungle is illusion as much as anything else.
 
That which you do not see, cannot touch and so on, that which has no concreteness is not illusion but Truth. What you know, dear ones, is not all that much, for it is illusion, a sort of a mock-up. That which you don’t know and cannot grasp is Reality. Anything else is a picture show.
 
Drama in the world is of the world. The Divine in stories may have drama, yet the Divine itself is not distracted by drama. The Divine is not in search of itself. The Divine does not rush around madly. The Divine is Stillness. The Divine knows itself and is powerful. The Divine is subtle and ebullient. I harp on the subject that you are, in your essence, Divine. Divine can only be essence, you understand. The Divine is Truth. All else is fiction. Fiction may be a good story or even a great story, yet it is all story. All the drama is story. You are not confined to story. You live in a far larger realm than story. Consider story as playtime. It is not real time, for time measured is not real time. Infinity cannot be timed. It is in the non-Land of Infinity that you truly dwell.
 
You are a dweller in Infinity. You are an Infinite Dweller in Infinity. You are a Forever Dweller in My heart, and My heart is the Heart of Hearts. This is where you are. There is nowhere else for you to be. You cannot be out of My Heart. You can only be Love within My Heart, and Love you are and can only be no matter what you imagine and hold onto. Dreaming comes to an end whereas Infinity is Infinite.